Presenting: A Typical Math Class

At first, I don't know what to think when the paper hits me in the head. Whoever threw it is a good shot; it hits right above my right eyebrow even as I'm taking notes.
I hear snickering to my right. It's quiet, but it's definitely feminine and irritating.
I open the note.
The writing is loopy and curled, and it looks vaguely familiar.
"Do you like me?
Check yes or no.
<3 Jordan"
I immediately know what is going on. Jordan doesn't write like this. His handwriting is horrendous. He sits diagonally in front of me, right in front of Angie. And Angie hates my guts.
I grin at my paper as our whale of a teacher snacks hungrily on pretzels in the front of the room. 
My mechanical pencil squeaks as I scrawl in my answer.
I see Angie turn around and shoot me a glance, wondering what I'm going to do. She's smirking.
I smile at my handiwork and check yes, writing "<3 Angie" underneath.
I throw it at Jordan with a huge smile.