𝔓𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝔖𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 [2002] ²

Year 2002, Buenos Aires, Don Torcuato.
You were in your fourth year, and you were doing quite well, while Patricio, who was called Pato, wasn't doing so well because he basically didn't give a damn about school and wanted to dedicate himself to music.
They didn't get along because you were more peaceful and reserved, but Pato was restless; the kid seemed to have ants in his pants all the time.
The point is that because they didn't get along, the teachers put them together, trying to get them to connect, although it ended up causing more tension and hostility, of course.
One Monday, in Science class, the teacher put you in groups to do a project, so she wrote your names on the board, and when you read them, you looked at each other with irritation.
After that, a few days passed. You had done the work, researching and making the poster while you made him study reluctantly because these were the final grades and they affected both of your scores.
That's how they worked, and by the way they had to make a model that the teacher had explained, obviously.
Pato had been staring at you for a while, lost in thought. Lately, he thought you were prettier, though he tried not to dwell on it because they both hated each other, or so he thought...
What will you do?