I have no answers for you Pablo, since I've been a dad for around 4 months now. My heart goes out to you though, because I was a dopey 14 year old once too.
When I was a kid, my parents had really high expectations, and they said that because they thought I had potential. Whenever they thought I was falling below my potential, I was hounded to try harder.
At one point when I was around 14 and rebellious, they offered to stop harassing me and basically give up on me, if I was willing to give up on myself. I guess I didn't want that, because while I found it irritating to be pushed to achieve, I deep down knew that my parents were doing it with my own best interests in mind.
At that age, I remember not being capable of thinking clearly. For example, I knew that if I didn't get good grades and do well in things like part-time/summer jobs, that I wouldn't have the skills later to amount a contributor to society worthy of having a decent living. At the same time, I couldn't sometimes connect that dot with "I should study for my math test tonight".
I have read somewhere that the reason 14 year olds don't seem to make good choices is that their brains aren't fully developed yet. I remember doing things, getting in big trouble for it, and then not being able to explain for the life of me why I had done something so stupid.
My parents pushed me to achieve, but understood I was rebellious. They never told me I HAD to do anything, but instead told me and never let me forget what the consequences would be if I chose not to.
For example, on summer vacation, I remember driving through nebraska and it was at least 110F in the blazing sun. There was a guy who must have been 55 years old, out in the sun shovelling gravel by the tarmack along with a crew of younger men. I couldn't believe this guy (or any of the other guys) could survive this, and they probably couldn't either. They were all covered from head to toe in dirt.
Anyhow, my dad would point out someone like that doing something very difficult and uncomfortable to make an honest living. In that moment would point out that this was one alternative lifestyle should I choose not to study.
Another way this was pounded home was that I was encouraged (if not darn-near compelled) to work difficult jobs like heavy construction in the summer where I would learn about how many very hard working people earn their livelihood, and find out first hand whether I wanted to do the same.
Finally, I was never chastised for being lazy when I was, but instead they just communicated their severe disappointment in me, and reinforced that I was capable of doing better. Somehow they got through my thick skull that they really were looking out for me, even though it was a real pain in the *ss to a 14-18 year old.
None of this stuff would have worked with my brother, who was just a naturally good kid, and didn't need any pushing to achieve or make good choices.
I have to give my folks credit for figuring out what made ME tick, then finding a way to get it through my thick skull that there are consequences for each and every choice that I made.
Here's what they did:
1. They asked me if I WANTED to achieve, and make good choices. I said yes.
2. They never let me succumb to wishful thinking that achievement could be realized without hard work and perseverence.
3. They never missed an opportunity to show me what life could be like if I made choices that were not consistent with how I wanted my life to shape up.
4. They somehow got through to me that while they were difficult sometimes, they really were in my corner, and were there to help me get what I wanted.
One other point, and I'm sure you and every other man on the planet knows this one. Women (of all ages) are hard-wired differently emotionally than are men. You'll need, I suspect, to draw on the knowledge of your wife (as I'm sure you are) to figure out what is making your daughter tick, and then come up with a strategy to help her see you are on her side, and see that she's not on a path that will result in anything good in the future.
I have no ability to give any parenting advice, but hopefully the foregoing gives you an insight in to my rebellious mind when I was a goofy teenager.
Good luck to you in this herculean task!