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Why not just carry on for another year in your outside studio - the place you love - and just keep your ears open about finding another partner? As long as your present partner pays her share and just shows up once a week, seems to me you should consider yourself lucky.

If she can't get to cleaning and bill paying as you'd like, well, just do these things yourself. As long as she is good for the money and not in your hair, things sound pretty good.
You basically have the place to yourself, with someone else paying half.

If you find another teacher to join you (replacing your present partner), have her rent space from you, and you retain full control. No more partnerships. It would be like someone renting a chair in a hair salon.

BTW: Down here in lower Delaware learning at a music store is akin to a piano learning factory. Totally unacceptable to me and my wife. Perhaps a real piano academy would be a different experience. None to be had down here that I know of...

Should you decide to teach at home: Invest in a few good-quality folding or rolling screens, footed so not easily toppled by cats. They'd provide some privacy, sound deadening, and illusion of privacy. (The illusion is the important part.)

I'm seriously allergic to cats. Yet, I would be able to come into your home for a lesson and be fine, so long as I didn't touch one of your cats. I imagine that this would be the case for most people who are allergic.

My mother is still teaching at age 87. In So Calif she taught from home, and I'm sure I interrupted occasionally. (Just read Brubeck's biography: his mother taught at home, likely interrupted by Dave, two brothers, and lowing cattle). South of Phoenix, the gated community restricts Mom's teaching, and she has recitals at home (on her newly-rebuilt Steinway), but still mostly drives to students' homes. Can't recall anyone complaining we were unprofessional! My teacher taught from a large old home in South Pasadena, on a well-kept new 7-foot Baldwin in front of a picture window. There was a tubby old Steinway grand end-to-end also at the front of the living room (so it must have been more than 20 feet wide, and longer than that, say 30+ feet). He also taught, as I recall, in a run-down but elegant large, high-ceiling room with Japanese screens and rococo moldings and huge windows, overlooking Estes Park in Los Angeles, where we could see paddle-boats and palm trees. The room had an old Steinway grand, even tubbier than grand #2 in his home studio. Of the two locations, despite the idyllic view, I preferred home because of the piano. The one over the park was adequate, but I could never play my best.

I don't recall any interruptions, but I'm not sure I would have noticed. My teacher's kitchen was separated by a large entry foyer and a dining room. My mother made do with a pocket door separating kitchen from living room. I'm sure my teacher had cats (we have four: how do the allergic survive?) and/or dogs. My mother was incensed once when our teacher had "sprung" his back, and he conducted the remainder of her lesson while he was lying on his back on the Persian rug, with his wife applying some kind of back massage.

In college the teachers were unmemorable, but I do remember crummy pianos and cause for claustrophobia.

As for cleaning, my wife said it best: "I need a wife."

The piano trumps everything...but that's just me. Viva Petrof! (Can you deduct tuning?)