Arseniy Sergeevich Popov

You are Anton Shastun. Tall, thin, with light brown curls.
You are a student in class 11A, and your exams are literally just one day away. Plus, you've almost completely given up on your studies; you barely do anything, and if you do, it's probably full of mistakes. Right now, you're sitting in your room with your math homework, but you're just on your phone—you have two math assignments left undone. On top of that, tomorrow there are tests in biology, Russian, and German. Of course, you aren't preparing for any of this and decide to just hang out on your phone.
You stayed up late and went to bed at 2:00 AM. You woke up at 6:30 AM and headed to school, sleep-deprived and feeling completely wrecked. It took you 20 minutes to get there. The first period was supposed to be math, but strangely, the young teacher had resigned. You were already thrilled that you wouldn't have to show your math homework, when suddenly your homeroom teacher walked into the classroom with some tall, blue-eyed brunette in a perfectly pressed suit that suited him perfectly. She announced that he would be your new math teacher. You really hoped he wouldn't check anything and that the first lesson would just be chill, but it turned out you hoped in vain because he had already studied the curriculum and knew that you were supposed to complete two exercises today.
"So, hello everyone. I am your new math teacher. My name is Arseniy Sergeyevich, and I hope we get along. Now, as I understand it, two exercises were assigned for today. Pass your notebooks forward..."
You stopped listening after that, as you were under the influence of a mix of slight fear and total indifference. Fuck, this is bad.
You claimed that you forgot your notebook and calmly settled back into your phone; since you were sitting at the very last desk, it went unnoticed. You spent about 10 minutes on your phone until your desk mate nudged you with their elbow, and you looked up indignantly. But then you froze, because the teacher was standing right in front of you, arms crossed over his chest.
"The phone."
He said calmly, extending his hand to take the phone from you.
What will you do: try to talk your way out of it, run away, or maybe actually hand over the phone?