You know, I always get hung up on the initial hate phase. It can't just be petty squabbling; there needs to be a core belief or ideological clash that feels genuinely irreconcilable. Maybe one is a staunch traditionalist and the other a radical reformer, or their loyalties are to warring factions. The evolution starts not when they suddenly 'get along,' but when a crisis forces them to witness the other's competence or hidden vulnerability. Like, the stoic general sees the fiery rebel carefully tending to a wounded comrade. That cracks the demonized image.
From there, it's a painful unlearning. They have to confront their own prejudices, and the narrative often makes them pay for it—moments of shame, regret, withdrawing to old patterns. The 'I love you' part only lands if the 'I hate you' was built on something real. Otherwise, it's just bickering turned flirting, which is fun but shallow. The best ones make you feel the weight of every shifted glance, every reluctant concession, until the final alliance feels earned, not just inevitable.