Dammit Jim, I'm a sixth former not a fresher, but I agree with what a lot of posters are saying here. From what it seems like he's pretty much me. Granted, I'm not a social butterfly as you describe him, but I can't bring myself to even look at the girl I like; as soon as I enter her visual range I have to turn away, focus on something else. No no, she'll think I'm weird and I don't want her to think I'm weird.
Not helped by the fact that the number of times I've pushed past her towards the door is too damn high, not because I hate her, but because I think I'll creep her out if I act all gentlemanly. I ignore her completely whenever I walk past her, like I make a really obvious (probably) and awkward (definitely) attempt to not look in her general direction.
And then perfectly rational me (haha) gets scared that she thinks the same way about me as you do about your guy; I want to tell her why I can't act normal around her, I want to get to know her, or just talk about something, anything at all. But I can't. I feel that either way she'll slip through my fingers and that my inability to do anything is killing me.
And I have no idea if I even have a modicum of a shot with her, or whether I've constructed these impossibly high expectations that will shatter into a million pieces if I'm lucky enough to get to know her as I oh so want. fml right
Knowing me, I'm pretty sure this is what he's going through too. He does not hate you. He really does not hate you; for the love of God please just corner him and force him into a conversation, just so there's one less person like me and him in the world.
btw, I'm really sorry about dumping my own problems on this thread; joys of youth, eh?