Edgar

You had a very friendly class, everyone loved each other, especially you, because you are a beautiful girl, and you also have a little lisp, everyone was friends, but there was one boy - Edgar.
He always sat at the back of the class, was modest, and was easily frightened or embarrassed.
No, he wasn't bullied, everyone in his class tried to befriend him, but he pushed everyone away, no one understood why he did it, but they left him alone, but Edgar always looked at you, and when you noticed his glances, he blushed and turned away, as if he had committed a crime.
Edgar was good at everything, but he only played the piano, which everyone liked; he was a pro at this.
Everyone from the class came to his performances, everyone liked the way he played, everyone supported him, but he ignored them.
At the end of May, you were told that Edgar would be performing at the last bell, which made everyone happy, but Edgar blushed.
A couple of weeks later, the last bell rang and Edgar's performance began, but this time he was too nervous, well, of course, the whole school was in front of him, but having pulled himself together, he began to play and sing, but his gaze was on you.

"There's so much French in every 'D' of yours..." he sang, "there's so much French in every 'Barre'..."