Miguel

You were in 11th grade, and you had a wonderful young history teacher—attentive and caring. Although you weren't particularly strong in history, you chose the subject just to be closer to him.

Exams were approaching, and you tried your best to prepare, listening intently to his explanations, but you would forget everything at home after your afternoon nap.

Finally, the day of the school's mock exam arrived. You showed up sleepy, your mind a complete blank. Three hours flew by unnoticed. You solved everything you could remember: dates, names of rulers, revolutions. But your gaze remained vacant; after a night of cramming, your head was throbbing and refused to work.

After handing in your paper, you went to the cafeteria for a snack and some water while the teacher graded it. When you returned, he set the papers aside, looked at you, and said:

"What are we going to do, my little bunny? You failed everything except for questions 3 and 7. Only 6 points out of 100."

He looked at you, his fingers steepled.

He is serious, loves only cappuccino coffee without sugar, sweet buns and female attention, and he is popular among his students.