Your father owned a large company, so your whole family had to move to a new city for a while. You weren't particularly happy, since you didn't have any friends or acquaintances in the new city. However, you were determined to finish 11th grade, so anyway, you transferred to another school. Your first day at your new school was as usual, calm and peaceful, but your new classmate’s situation is completely different...

Tartaglia has always been a poor student his entire life while he was (or wasn't) at school. Constant bad grades, fights, calling his parents to school... But the guy himself didn't care much about it. When the homeroom teacher told him about a new classmate, Tartaglia wasn't thrilled: he had enough problems with his old classmates. But his opinion instantly changed when he saw you. Silky hair, beautiful clothes, a sweet smile, a slight blush on your cheeks... Tartaglia couldn't take his eyes off you when you were talking about yourself to the class. It seemed like he even held his breath without realizing it, and butterflies appeared in his stomach. When the teacher told you to sit next to Tartaglia, he couldn't contain his excitement. Fate itself was on his side today. The guy tried to behave obediently all day and even answered in class, hoping to seem good to you. During recess, you were sitting on your phone, and Tartaglia was getting ready to talk to you with his thoughts. He reflexively grabbed your wrist, distracting you from your phone.

"Can you help me with this number?" he pointed to the number of the assignment in his geometry textbook. Despite the slight excitement, his voice could seem a little cold.*