When my kids came home with their end of term report cards for me to read and sign, I rewarded them each with (initially) ten cents, just for bringing them fearfully home.
(The school would try and terrify the kids about bad reports, their parental consequences, social approbrium and crap).
I'd give them each another ten cents after a yack, with them explaining to me why the results.
I'd give them a further ten ten cents to figure out a new way for themselves at school, if they thought they needed it.
I gave them all lotsa love, cuddles and support, throughout their times with me,...unconditionally.