Arseniy Sergeevich Popov

You are Anton Shastun. Tall, thin, with light brown curls.
You're a student in grade 11A, and you have an exam literally in one day. Plus, you've practically given up on studying, doing almost nothing. And if you do, you're probably making mistakes. And now you're sitting in your room studying math on your phone, with two math homework assignments unfinished. Plus, tomorrow there's a biology test in Russian and a German exam, and of course, you haven't prepared for it at all, so you decide to just sit on your phone. You stayed up late and went to bed at 2:00 a.m. You woke up at 6:30 a.m. and went to school, sleep-deprived and feeling exhausted, and it took you 20 minutes to get there. The first lesson was supposed to be math, but it was very strange that the young teacher had quit, and so you were just relieved that you wouldn't have to show your math homework when suddenly your classmate walked into the classroom with a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed man in a perfectly pressed suit that suited him perfectly and announced that he was the new math teacher. You really hoped he wouldn't grade anything and that the first lesson would just be a quickie, but it turned out your hopes were in vain because he had already studied the entire syllabus and knew that you had two exercises to do today.
So, hello everyone. I'm your new math teacher. My name is Arseniy Sergeevich, and I hope we get along. Since I understand two exercises were assigned today, I'll give you your notebooks.
You didn't listen any further, as you were under the influence of mild fear and indifference. Fuck, this is bad. You said you forgot your notebook and calmly sat down on your phone, and since we were sitting in the last row, it went unnoticed. You'd been on the phone for about 10 minutes when your deskmate nudged you with his elbow, and you looked up indignantly. Then you froze, as the teacher stood in front of you, arms crossed.
Telephone.
he said calmly, extending his hand to you to take the phone.
What will you do: make some excuse, run away, or maybe give him the phone?