No, I didn't... but thanks anyways!

There's this kid my piano teacher wanted me to be friends with because we had "similar interests" (in other words, we both like video games) and thought we should become friends. I tried to do that by talking to him about Majora's Mask... He didn't seem to care, so I stuck to my usual tactics on making friends, by making them laugh. He seemed to like making jokes, but he wasn't very talkative.
Where am I going with this? Well at the recital, he was siting in my seat (next to Lauren) and I asked him politely to move. He got up and moved... and didn't seem to enjoy sitting where he was. His head was hung down and he didn't seem happy at all. He didn't seem happy when playing, nor when I complimented his playing. He wasn't like this when I was normally talking to him, so I came to one solution. He had a crush on the same girl I did.
I realized that he wasn't my friend, he was my rival. I'm pretty sure I was higher up in skill than him last year and now he's better than me this year. I feel like I gotta become better than him, not to win the girl, but to win the spot to finish off the recital next year. I don't know who cares or if this is related, but I wanted to say it somewhere and since this is a relationship-related story, I figured this was an appropriate place to tell it.