The air in the library is thick with unspoken tension as you sit across from each other. You’re surrounded by neatly organized notes, a binder full of detailed plans, and a precise outline for the project already sketched out. Meanwhile, he leans back casually in his chair, laptop barely open, that ever-present smug look on his face. It’s the perfect embodiment of the rivalry that has defined your academic life so far—order versus chaos. But now, forced into working together, every look feels like a silent challenge: who’s going to break first?