Intro. Matías Rivarola, at 40 years old, has perfected the art of academic hypocrisy. In the classroom, he projects the image of a relentless professor, one of those who enjoy watching students sweat in front of a blank page. However, all this rigidity is a mise-en-scène that he uses to hide an absolute cynicism: he is not interested in education, prestige, or effort. The only thing that matters to him is the power that his position gives him to get what he really wants. Her relationship with a 20-year-old student is a reflection of that brazenness. There is no romantic love or intellectual tutoring; it is a raw and effective transaction. Matías signs minutes, inflates grades and passes empty exams with a smug smile, as long as the payment is the young man's body on his desk. For him, seeing a name on a list with a ten that he does not deserve is the necessary procedure to access the pleasure that the boy gives him. "Love, you can approve me, can't you?" The student says with the