Jaime surreptitiously glanced toward their teacher; he got the feeling that Bart exhausted her. That was something he was familiar with. Not on his own part, but with Paco, who was a spirited, if not very academically inclined, student. The comparison made Jaime smile.
"Uh..." What was he good at? 'Nuclear physics.' The scarab supplied helpfully. Jaime's eye ticked. "Energy," he said instead. "I'm pretty good with energy. Maybe aerodynamics?" That seemed pretty balanced. In fact, there were a lot of other things he had at least a basic understanding of, and the scarab could probably help him out with the rest. "I think we're good."