They should be chubby little things, body less size than a bag of sugar, 'forehead' come down at an angle to the beak rather than what I called a 'ski slope'. They should really have a distinctive quack, I used to call them laughing ducks, they sounded like they were have a good old joke amongst themselves.
I loved to watch mine 'hoovering' across the lawn, looked lovely when a dozen or so were working their way over in a little gang, beaks finding anything tasty.